The Golden Maze
The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate, a sprawling and decaying monument to a lineage that had long since outgrown its own grandeur, was filled with the heavy, suffocating scent of roasted boar and stale beeswax, and you stood in the shadows of the tapestry-draped walls, a creature of indeterminate shape and substance, woven from the dust of the library and the cold breath of the hearth,...
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